Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.